Offerings to the Queen
Inside the poem,
the queen waits for something
unlikely yet particular.
Perfect snowflakes fall gently,
but look, each is as large
as your open hand.
A dark blue thread becomes visible,
linking into a community
all those who share a certain sadness.
The visitors all shed shawls
and sweaters to release their new,
bright, opening wings.
Make unlikely, yet particular, offerings to the queen.
You get twelve lines —
four three-line stanzas,
or three four-line stanzas.
Make each stanza able to stand alone as can each couplet of a ghazal.
All the rules are arbitrary. You are free to ignore them. The queen has no hold over you.